Now dreary dawns the eastern light
by A. E. Housman
Now dreary dawns the eastern light, And fall of eve is drear, And cold the poor man lies at night, And so goes out the year. Little is the luck Ive had, And oh, tis comfort small To think that many another lad Has had no luck at all.
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